The last train of the night pulls into the gas-lit platform of Baker Street underground station. A young woman is found strangled, her body abandoned in a second-class carriage. The brutal 'Railway Murder' brings Inspector Decimus Webb to the newly-formed Metropolitan Line on bleak winter's night. His investigation leads him through the slums of Victorian London to the Holborn Refuge, a home for 'Fallen women', and to Clara White, a respectable servant. But Clara has her own tragic and shameful history. As her past is revealed, Inspector Webb must decide whether she is merely a victim of circumstances, or prime suspect. Only then can he unearth a dark secret, hidden in the depths of underground London. Lee Jackson's second novel brilliantly recreates the sights, sounds and smells of Victorian London, taking readers on a suspense-filled journey through its criminal underworld.

'Her arms were bare and milky-white, her hands dainty and graceful; her smile as sweet as any I have ever seen. An awful shame...'In the disreputable dance-halls and 'houses of accommodation' of 1870s London a boastful killer selects his prey.Are these random acts of malevolence or is there a connection between the terrible murders, a mysterious theft at the Abney Park Cemetery and a long-forgotten crime?Inspector Decimus Webb, newly promoted to the Detective Branch at Scotland Yard, must investigate, and quickly, to prevent another tragedy...Taking readers through the dark alleys and gaslit parlours of nineteenth-century London, Lee Jackson's second Inspector Webb novel is a suspense-filled gothic mystery with the Victorian celebration of death at its morbid heart.

The Cold War. A backdrop to betrayal. A playground to power. When Ronald Reagan asks covert operator and West Point graduate Atcho to execute an impossible assignment, he finds himself on a deadly mission deep in Siberia with no support. His foe is a rogue Soviet general bent on gaining control of the USSR's nuclear weaponry. At the back of Atcho's mind is that the country he is sent to save is the same Superpower that helped enslave Cuba, his beloved birthplace.Out of the gloom surrounding the murders of the brooding mystic Rasputin and the Russian royal family, emerges the evil that survived World War II. It fomented the Cold War and propelled their effects into the modern age on a global scale. Atcho must avert their horrors, yet to be imagined. Complicating his task is another tenacious operator, Sofia, stalking his mission; and, a relentless reporter, Collins, who believes Atcho to be a conspirator in an assassination conspiracy.Sofia has gone rogue, and her intentions are...

A sinister figure stalks the gas-lit groves of Cremorne Gardens, the last pleasure-ground on the banks of the Thames. His weapon, a sharp pair of scissors. His victims, young women in the first bloom of youth. HIs crime - merely to remove a lock of their hair. Inspector Decimus Webb of Scotland Yard suspects a harmless lunatic is at large. But when morbid obsession turns to murder, even Webb's loyal sergeant begins to doubt his judgement.As the press and his superiors clamour for answers, Webb's investigations lead him to Rose Perfitt, aspiring debutante and daughter of a respectable stock-broker. Will she fall prey to 'The Cutter' or does a worse fate beckon? One thing is certain - only Decimus Webb can save her.Lee Jackson's third Inspector Webb novel takes the reader into the forgotten world of the Victorian pleasure-garden, in a gripping mystery of garish gas-light and dark secrets.

"Wow!. A must read." 
Joe Galloway, NYT Bestselling Author. A backdrop to betrayal. A playground for power. A rogue Russian general stages a coup. His goal: the Russian arsenal. Nuclear annihilation menaces. To stop him, the US president sends covert operator Atcho deep inside Siberia cloaked as a Russian intelligence officer. A relentless investigative reporter threatens his mission. Worse yet, Atcho’s beautiful fiancée, a former CIA operative, goes rogue to save him. A nail biter that Carmine Zozzora, producer of Die Hard with a Vengeance calls, “Pure Gold.”